Liang Zixuan's words made He Manyin's face turn green and red. He had to admit that he was not sure if he could do it on his own.
Like what Liang Zixuan said, if he was one hundred percent sure, how could he not take down He Wuhan himself and give Liang Zixuan this chance?
He Manyin looked at Liang Zixuan with guilt. When he met her mocking gaze, he quickly withdrew his gaze as if he had been burned.
He Manyin sighed in annoyance as his fingers intertwined tightly under the stone table. "Fifty million!"
Liang Zixuan shrugged her shoulders and pushed the folder toward He Manyin. "If He Wuhan starts clearing his account now, then Uncle, what you have here is worthless!"
Argh!!!
He Manyin felt like he was going crazy because of Liang Zixuan.
Why was this cursed girl so stubborn?
